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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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‡ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

‡ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

‡ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

‡ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

‡ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

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‡ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

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Part 1
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Part 3
Part 5
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Altair/Suleiman, voice kink

(Anonymous) 2012-02-02 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything about Altair being attracted to Suleiman because he mysteriously sounds a whole lot like Malik. Could be Apple magic, immortality, or an AU! Anon just wants this so badly.

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Assassin's Day Off

(Anonymous) 2012-02-02 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off right now, and I want one of our Assassin boys to ditch his duties, and take a sidekick with him.

Bonus Points:
Taking the
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I'm watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off right now, and I want one of our Assassin boys to ditch his duties, and take a sidekick with him.

Bonus Points:
Taking the <a href=""Black Stallion</a> from the stable.
Assassins getting in somewhere by "borrowing" someone else's name.
Pool(side)!sexings (what? You're not John Hughes, you can go higher than PG if you want)
No kills. It's a Day Off for good reason.

<smallCaptcha approves the prompt. Copies, ftw!

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ezio's facial hair kink. who is his barber during brohood?

(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It don't need to be smutty. Who sculpts his facial hair into that rockin sexy beard? Does he linger just a little too long touching & admiring his handiwork, silently wanting to know how it would feel against his mouth. Is he a templar plant, pondering the prime opportunity to slit ezios throat.. Or both? Lots of beardy goodness and sexy stubble. Droool

Re: ezio's facial hair kink. who is his barber during brohood?

(Anonymous) 2012-02-04 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Has to be Da Silva. (Why am I thinking about Sweeney Todd is beyond me... ahem.)
Maybe when they attack his hideout, Ezio goes all: wait... that was my barber! (Cue apprentices' facepalm.)
Whatever it will end up being, I second this!

random note: Beard trims itself when Ezio sleeps. /shot


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Shaun Hastings is an awesome rapper!

(Anonymous) 2012-02-04 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
It’s just what came to mind when I found this. XD

What if Desmond finds it?

Re: Shaun Hastings is an awesome rapper!

(Anonymous) 2012-02-08 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Shaun?" Desmond asked with a too-innocent look.

"What is it now, Desmond?" Shaun sighed. He seemed to sigh everything these days.

"What's sweet as Carte D'Or?"

"What?" Shaun asked distractedly, tapping at his keyboard.

"I'm serious, man, is there anything you can think of that's sweet as Carte D'Or?"

Rebecca overheard this and snorted into her coffee cup.

"What do you mean?" Shaun asked, keeping his eyes on the screen in front of him.

"Hey, he's probably having a hard time following the captions, Desmond!" Rebecca crowed in delight.

"You'd think a scholar of Latin could understand judt about anything," Desmond grinned at his accomplice.

"What - How do you know about..."

"You know the Animus gets Youtube, right Shaun? That was the last addition I worked on. You know 'cause there's gotta be some idiot Templars who will put up vids of their dastardly plans. And an Assassin with a passion for innovative rappin'!"


Please don't kill me.

OP saying hello!

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Flatbears(wolves) blows in on the northerlies

(Anonymous) 2012-02-04 05:10 am (UTC)(link)

Doesn't it look like a Follower of Romulus?

***** Oglaf is an incredibly pervy (but so funny I wake my roommates from laughing) web comic that seems to cover every sort of fairytale/fantasy story you can imagine. NSFW!!! (except for this one strip. for a comic that was originally just supposed to be porn, it can be surprisingly sedate)

Re: Flatbears(wolves) blows in on the northerlies

(Anonymous) 2012-02-04 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
OMG, I love Oglaf, I wish Trudy Cooper and Doug Bayne would update THE IVAN ARC!!! :(

But you gave me a great headcanon. Flatbears in my Assassin's Creed? Hell yes!

Ezio/Leonardo - Dressing this well has its downsides

(Anonymous) 2012-02-04 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
So in the first part of Brotherhood, when Ezio goes to take a bath, all I can think about is how damn LONG that would take. Between all the layers and all the weapons strapped on in strategic places, taking his clothes off has got to take like 40 minutes. So I want some porn that takes this into account. Maybe Leo helps, maybe he gets distracted thinking of ways to make improvements to the hidden daggers...whatever you want.

In short, stripping. A lot of it.

Fill: lasciare la vita santa (disrobing)

(Anonymous) 2012-02-05 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Author's Notes: I work with clothes all day long. Nothing like this ever takes place at work, but it could, if I wish on enough wishbones and birthday cakes.
And after some recent flooding, I know what Leonardo means - the smell of river-water in clothing is. Not. Pleasant.
Also, First-Time-Fic.
Also, bless Google Translate.
Also, I'm fairly sure I fail at smut, but just in case a warning is needed, we have fellatio.
Also, this is set in Venezia during ACii as I haven't yet played Brohood. I hope OP doesn't mind clean-shaven!Ezio.


Leonardo was tinkering with his flying machine when a knock at the door brought a welcome interruption to what seemed tonight to be an excercise in futility.

"Ezio! So good to see you, amico mio. Do you have another Codex page for me?"

"Si, amico, if I am not interrupting?" Ezio grinned, pushing his sodden hood back off his face, and dragging damp strands of hair from his eyes; clearly the Assassin had been for a prolonged swim in Venezia's canals.

"Uhm, Ezio, amico, perhaps you would care to partake of a bath in my chambers? There is no polite way to say it, but you have brought with you the aroma of the canal," Leonardo said with a sheepish smile and apologetic shrug as he accepted the sealed pages.

Ezio laughed. "Leonardo, mi dispiace, I was hoping you wouldn't notice. There were some very persistent archers who wished to turn me into a pin cushion for their amusement. I hid under a bridge for almost an hour." Worriedly, he added, "the Codex pages did not get wet, did they?"

"No, my friend, the oilskin pouch did its job perfectly. Ah, my assistants drew a bath for me not long ago, it should still be warm for you."



It took Ezio five full minutes to remove his vambraces and metal cestus when he reached Leonardo's bed-and-bathing chambers.

The damp leather gloves made everything more difficult, and the taste of canal-water on his tongue when he tried to use his teeth to remove the gloves finger-by-finger made him gag slightly. Finally the damp leather and awkwardly-placed straps were undone and Ezio's hands were free.

The bathwater no longer steamed gently, as it had when Ezio had entered the room. He rolled his eyes and groaned. He did not enjoy cold baths. He might as well be in the canal for all the enjoyment he would have.

His paldrons came off easily next, followed by his chest plate less easily; for the buckles for release were on the opposite side to the buckles for tightening or loosening the fit, and Ezio could not keep track of which buckle was for which purpose. He wondered how his father had managed, before realising that Giovanni had had a valet who doubtless had known much more about the man than he had ever let on. Eventually he removed the armour, medicine pouch and knife belt with the Assassin emblem that he loved.

He tested the bathwater with his little finger and grimaced. It was officially cold, now. He loosened the ties at his neck and sides and drew the outer vestments off over his head, giving himself another noseful of canal-stink. His camicia went next, and was so ruined that Ezio simply tossed it out the window on the far side of the room. Finally he was bare but for his greaves and breeches.

Footsteps rattled on the floorboards and ladder behind him. Ezio turned, surprised at an intrusion.

"Scusi, Ezio, I need a copy of my almanac to help me..." Leonardo's prattle died in his throat when he saw Ezio half naked in his bedroom. "You are not yet in the bath."

"And this skill of observation is why people say you are a genius, Leonardo," Ezio teased good-naturedly.

"Why not?" Leonardo asked, swallowing frequently to moisten his suddenly dry mouth.

Ezio shrugged and glanced at the armour strewn about. "There were lots of buckles," he said simply. He reached down to remove his greaves, one foot at a time, twisting his leg sideways and up from the knee, balancing awkwardly on the other foot. Even after opening each buckle, the armoured boots refused to come off.

"Sciocco ciccioli," Ezio muttered irritably, tugging so hard he almost overbalanced.

"Here, Ezio, permit me," Leonardo said softly, and he was suddenly down on his knees, leaning back on his heels at Ezio's feet, big hands easily managing the damp, tight, difficult leather.

He carefully placed each greave to one side, and then looked up into Ezio's eyes. Ezio suddenly realised that he wanted Leonardo to do something, although what that something was, he wasn't entirely sure.

Leonardo's long, thick fingers trailed up the outside of Ezio's thighs, caressing the skintight sodden linen. His fingertips hooked into the waistband and tugged gently downward. Ezio's mouth went dry and he swallowed audibly. He knew what he wished Leonardo would do.

"Ezio," Leonardo said carefully, taking a cautious breath.

"Yes, Leonardo, please," Ezio said immediately.

"Amico, I do not think-"

"Please, Leonardo, I - I think I need this to happen with you," Ezio said, hands palm out in entreaty.

Leonardo tugged the breeches to the floor, and Ezio stepped almost daintily out of them, giving his dear Leonardo what he hoped was a cocky grin but was really a nervous half-smile.

He had never been aroused by another man before, but he suspected that he had had this ... affinity ... for the man from Vinci for a while at least. Leonardo was the only person who brought out Ezio's tactile side, by simply opening his arms he made Ezio want to embrace him.

And now he was kneeling before Ezio's cock, and all Ezio wanted was to switch places and please his dear Leonardo. But he also wanted, desired, hungered for and needed Leonardo to take charge and show him what it is to make love to a man. Suddenly Ezio hoped the rumours about his friend were true.

Leonardo's blue eyes focused on Ezio's cock, already at better than half-mast, and the artist licked his lips. Ezio moaned softly, imagining that clever tongue on him. And instantly Leonardo was on his feet, the moment ended abruptly.

"You need to bathe, amico mio. Permit me to reheat the bath," he said, suddenly brusque and businesslike.


For all his frustration, Ezio had to admit that it was a blessed relief to sink into the newly-hot bath. Muscles he didn't even know he had relaxed in the heat.

Hands on his shoulders caused him to flinch and automatically reach for a weapon, until he heard Leonardo's trademark humm, and he relaxed again. Leonardo's sure, strong hands kneaded knots in Ezio's muscles, thumbs edging nearer and nearer his spine.

Ezio leaned forward, his head almost touching his chest, encouraging Leonardo's talented hands to greater intimacies. Ezio twitched when he felt Leonardo tug on his queue, releasing his hair down his neck. Then the hands disappeared, and Ezio was ashamed to hear what was almost a whimper of disappointment at the loss, until he felt those long, strong fingers running through his hair and massaging his scalp.

"Leonardo, that feels goooooooood," Ezio groaned.

"And it is these powers of observation that make you such a feared Assassin, is it not?" Leonardo asked, turning Ezio's teasing back on him. Ezio laughed aloud; it was almost like joking and sparring with Federico, except, he had never hoped Federico would do more, go lower, please, now.

"As you wish," Leonardo commented, and Ezio realised belatedly that he had spoken aloud.

Leonardo used a copper jug of lightly steaming water to rinse the soap from Ezio's hair, the hot water making the Assassin tingle, taking time to massage the scalp with his fingertips, a touch that Ezio felt in his groin. Then he rubbed circles in Ezio's neck and shoulders again, and then across and down the broad expanse of Ezio's back, taking care to be gentle with the scars Ezio had acquired in his trade.

"More," Ezio moaned.

"Hm-hmm! Any more, Ezio and our friendship will no longer be the same!"

"It won't be the same anyway, Leonardo, for I will forever remember how I longed for your hands, your lips, your cock, and I may never meet your eyes again, unless..." Ezio forgot what he was saying when Leonardo wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his cockstand, and tugged and squeezed.

Ezio rested his hands on Leonardo's bare arms as the older man reached around Ezio to hold and tease his erection. The friction of the water in the hands of the inventor was delicious. Ezio moaned and shamelessly thrust his hips forward, silently begging for more of the beautiful touch. A calloused finger sought the sensitive underside of Ezio's cockhead, just at the place where the seam joined it to his shaft, and tap-tap-tapped, and Ezio almost shot out of the water.

"Oh-ho, so you like that one, too, Ezio," Leonardo murmured quietly pleased.

"T-too? Who else? Who else have y-you done this to?" Ezio asked, cursing his shaking voice and irrational envy.

"Why, Ezio, is it not obvious? I am touching you as I would myself - the life of the bachelor-artist leaves one with plenty of time to know thyself," Leonardo chuckled.

"Anyone else I would have killed, to be your only," Ezio murmured defiantly. His fingers gripped the edge of the tub when Leonardo's tapping continued.

"That is not sensible, Ezio, for if I was as ignorant and inexperienced in the seduction of another man, as you are, we would not both be presently nude and wet. If I had not had another, I would not know that I prefer..."

"I have had no other man, and I know I prefer you," Ezio argued mulishly.

"Not all of us are as intuitive as you are, caro mio," Leonardo said in an ever-so-slightly-amused tone. Ezio could feel his climax approaching, and groaned his approval. A calloused right hand gripped the base of Ezio's shaft and squeezed. The coming-feeling continued, but nothing more happened; Ezio nuzzled the side of Leonardo's face, feeling bristles from the older man's beard abrade his forehead.

"Mooooore," Ezio moaned, helpless in his lover's hands. He spread his legs as best he could by hitching his thighs over the sides of the tub. Leonardo tip-tapped the sensitive little spot under the cock-head, and stroked the shaft endlessly, until without warning Ezio's seed spurted up on his belly, and the Assassin grunted, breathing hard. His eyes slid shut, and his whole body relaxed in the tub of cooling water.

"Ezio," said Leonardo, sounding properly amused this time.


"You need to get up now, Ezio."


"You will not enjoy falling asleep in cold water."


"You will catch your death."


"I will touch myself for you if you get out and dry off now."




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Ahmet needs some love!

(Anonymous) 2012-02-04 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay people, now tell me one thing: am I just completely blind and stupid or there really is NOT A SINGLE REQUEST INVOLVING AHMET?! This baddie just NEEDS some love! So there is the prompt:

As we all know Ahmet was not good enough to lead an empire (or so was thought by others). However, he had other areas where he was master at leading. He could dominate anyone (and yes, dominate anyone in THAT way). Be it woman or man, assassin or templar - he had no difficulties getting them in bed and screwing their brains out even if he met the person for the first time. And he keeps some kind of journal where he marks and describes all his experiences.
And so he lives until his death (which can happen as in the game). But then the afterlife starts. And guess what? He meets all dead assassins and templars! So his adventures of dominating continues. He does almost everyone in there (and that's a lot of doing, you know xD) until he meets 'one-handed, stubborn and always angry assassin' who doesn't submit to him. But Ahmet keeps trying. And finally gets bend himself (by the same one-handed assassin of course).

Anon doesn't have to follow all the scenario I have written, just the main idea - Ahmet dominating anyone (except somehow Malik). Oh, and it would be nice if it gets cracky! xD

adrenaline junkies

(Anonymous) 2012-02-05 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Two assassins of your choice (though anon would love some Mal/Alt) absolutely high off of adrenaline from a fight or chase with Templars, doesn't matter, finally escape but instead of trying to catch their breaths they start making out furiously.

If writer anon is up to it, it could go into smut but giddy intense snogging would be just fine. :D

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Minifill: Glorious

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Just to Get Higher

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-05 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I've noticed playing ACii on my laptop that sometimes Ezio will assassinate civilians in spite of *not having weapons equipped* which annoys the hell out of me. Particularly when I get the "Ezio did not kill civilains" message. Presumably my touchpad is too sensitive, but that's not relevant.

Well. This gave me an idea for fic.

Ezio accidentally kills an innocent passerby/a minstrel and is so upset by this accident he doesn't know what to do or where to go. Leonardo finds him/he goes to Leo/insert Leonardo here, and Leonardo cleans him up and comforts him as best he can. (I don't mind if magic healing sexings take place^^)
If anons can work in some angst and man!pain about the deaths of his father and brothers this anon will have your internet babies, because IMHO in that game Ezio does not deal with his grief appropriately.

Re: Stressed!Ezio

(Anonymous) 2012-02-05 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd beg to differ anon. Ezio dealt with his grief maturely. He did not cry when his father and brothers died, nor when he was forced to accept his helplessness in front of Mario, nor when he lost Cristina a million times. He shows maturity beyond his age, choosing not to express self-pity but realizing that his loved ones depended on him.

But crying Ezio would be cute. Seconded.

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Family Fluff

(Anonymous) 2012-02-05 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Modern AU
Malik and Altair are married and have (adopted) kids. Ultra fluff.

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Can we get some Yusuf fic up in here?

(Anonymous) 2012-02-05 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
C'mon, dude is awesome and hilarious and not afraid to troll Ezio at every opportunity. Yet, he's obviously a badass-extraordinaire, considering he's a master assassins leader of the Brotherhood. Could we get some Yusuf fic? Gen is cool, ideally something happy and/or silly, as I really don't want any heavy duty angsting. I don't even mind slash, as long as he's happy.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-07 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I may take up this prompt. Would OP mind a slight crackly, yet cannon Yusuf? Also, is it fine if it takes place a few months or years before Ezio arrival?

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Messing with canon.

(Anonymous) 2012-02-06 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
I absolutely love fucking with canon when it comes to shipping and whatnot. I also have plenty of kinks to keep it interesting. While I muster up the courage to have myself try my hand at slash writing for the AC boys, here's two prompts the write anons can choose from:

Altair/Ezio - They seem more rough when it comes to dominating in bed, so some kinks into it could be bondage, rimming, blades, dirty talk, and body worship. Extra points if clothes are in a disorderly fashion [pants half off, boots stll on, etc] and just ungodly amounts of cum.

AC:B!Ezio/ACII!Ezio - Perhaps older Ez just flaunting what he has learned in his "conquests"? I'd adore it if it were gentle, i.e. fingering, groping, body worship, licking, and pet names. Bonus points for younger Ez enjoying himself a bit too much and some pillow talk.

All in all, I'll melt if any of these are filled out, since there are barely any fills for these couples. I'll adore any small fills too-I'd just love some pure candy for these. Happy filling.

"Then I leave you in the hands of Fate."

(Anonymous) 2012-02-06 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Anon just finished Brotherhood, and I had an idea for a fic. What if Cesare didn't die when Ezio threw him off the castle? Come on, Cesare survived a 70-foot drop before (provided, he had a servant under him to cushion his fall, and he was much less injured that time before that fall, but that's besides the point).

So, a fic where Cesare has at least enough strength after that fall to get up and curse Ezio. Does Ezio calmly take his crossbow out after Fate failed to do her deed? Or does he take pity on the Borgia bull and nurse him back to health, maybe developing some feelings for his rival...?

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Someone please fill this.

Cesare Wins

(Anonymous) 2012-02-06 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Cesare succeeds in killing Ezio and the other assassins then Conquering Italy. Add whatever characters you want just be sure to include all of the Borgia family and The Assassins.

Surprising Turn-Ons

(Anonymous) 2012-02-06 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
This anon would love some smut and randomness. One Assassin is sexing another, and is surprised by a previously unknown kink...


Some Assassin is doing something perfectly ordinary and their significant other is surprised to be really turned on by it.

(Example, Ezio thinks about what *else* Leonardo's hands can do while watching him sculpt. Another example, Altair somehow discovers Malik's toe-sucking kink)

Come on Anons, give me P0rn with sort of a plot!

Odd Request

(Anonymous) 2012-02-07 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
this is gonna sound weird..but.. so it's an AU fic and ezio is recovering from a stroke. Cue trainee nurse named Leonardo being his caretaker and helping him in therapy and teaching him to function normally. They fall in love along the way. The rest is up to you!

+10000 if Leonardo is friends with Malik and Altair
+127737173891837717626491993749109484 if Malik and Altair are secretly in love with each other but too shy to tell each other

Re: Odd Request

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Agree on two counts: 1) request is odd, 2) request is cute :-)

Also I love the idea of having Altair and Malik as the background characters everybody *wants* to get together :-D

Someone write me a minifil? Federezio

(Anonymous) 2012-02-08 12:24 am (UTC)(link)

Federico & Ezio share a sweet rooftop moment... a brotherly hug becomes a little more. Just a kiss and kind of innocent. Pls... just need some quick <3's

Federezio Minifill

(Anonymous) 2012-02-08 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Author's Note: (possibly obviously) this is set pre-AC2, banter between the brothers Auditore. Also, does Federico remind anyone else of JD's brother (played by Tom Cavanagh) in Scrubs?


"I'm telling you, Federico, that Vieri De'Pazzi needs to be taught a lesson!" Ezio complained to his brother as they jogged across the terracotta landscape that comprised the Florentine rooftops.

"I'm finding it hard to care what any spoiled brat says about me, unless it's you, Little Brother," Federico laughed.

Ezio shook his head. How his big brother could be so laid-back and lackadaisical when the Pazzi told people such vicious lies was beyond him.

"You are too hot-headed, Ezio," Federico grinned.

"And you are not hot enough!"

They stopped in the shadow of a tower not too far from the Villa Auditore. Together they looked up at the shriek of an eagle overhead.

"Perhaps a race will cool your temper," Federico mused, jumping up to the nearest handhold without waiting to see his brother's reaction. Ezio always followed him. It had long been thus: where Federico went, Ezio either followed him or went ahead of him, without thinking of the consequences, no matter what.

Although, in this case, it was Federico who did not ponder the consequences, missing a clear handhold just at the top. His life flashed before his eyes as he felt the night brezze tug at his shirtsleeves and waistcoat. A sure hand gripped his wrist, stopping his descent, and Ezio pulled him up.

"Seems your little brother is not so useless after all," Ezio grinned.

Federico grinned back, and threw his arms around his brother in a fierce hug. He loved nobody the way he loved Ezio. He needed to show it. Federico snaked an arm about Ezio's shoulder, and pressed a kiss to his brother's forehead. Ezio blinked in surprise and ducked his head, resting it on his older brother's shoulder for a long moment.

The moment was broken by Federico's hand, seemingly of its own accord, tousling the carefully, artfully distressed locks that Ezio had spent painstaking hours over, which was reciprocated with glee, and the two Auditore boys leapt into a nearby cart of cherry-blossoms, and headed for home.


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Work colleague is pissing me off big!time. Old dog should know old tricks but is acting like a spoiled brat with ADHD... *sigh*

May I PLEASE have a fic with Malik teaching soemone (it can be Novices/Informants, not necessarily Altair or Rauf) to "just do your fucking job, one piece at a time" and to "grow the fuck up and deal with being schooled" PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE?


Nobody does the superior verbal bitchslap quite like my man Malik, and I need to read about someone who will *actually* learn from being told off.

I am working on multiple fills but will gladly work on a request for anyone who fills this for me.

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Malik idly watched the novices train from his perch on a wall. He had a stack of reports piled next to him, and was skimming through them. Altair was gone on a misison, and thus it fell to Malik to take on the duties of the Master. It was a beautiful day, however and he couldn't resist the lure of the rooftops. So he had settled with this.

He probably hadn't chosen the best spot to work, however. He was on the wall to the left of where Rauf was training some of the youngest novices, and kept getting distracted. Small boys were not generally terribly quiet. Neither were they very good with their swords yet. He watched Rauf patiently correct one boy's stance, while settling a despute between two others.

That man seemed to have an endless supply of good cheer.

Malik noticed however, one boy seemed seperate from the others training. It was one of Altair's sons, Darim. He hung at the edge of the group, swinging his training blade listlessly. When Rauf's attention was elsewhere, he let it hang limp in his hands.

He was the one pupil the training master's patience and charm didn't seem to work on. He just shrugged off Rauf's corrections to his stance and grip, scowling down at his feet.

Malik frowned. Altair's sons had both acquired their parents' stubborness, but also their love of combat. This was just laziness.

It would be a time before Rauf got annoyed enough to intervene more harshly, and by then the boy would probably have wasted several days worth of training. This would put him behind the other novices, something Malik doubted his pride would accept easily.

It would be better if he was set straight now.

Malik jumped down from his ledge, and made his way over to Darim. The boy was using the training sowrd to trace dodles into the hard-packed dirt.
"What are you doing?" Malik asked sharply.

The boy looked up, guilt and surprise flashing across his features. They were quickly replaced with a look of respect though, as Malik was due as a dai and the Order's right hand man. Darim gestured at the other boys. "Training."

"It certainly doesn't look like it, novice," Malik said. "I don't recall drawing in the dirt was ever something I was told to do when I was a novice."

Darim merely shrugged, and resumed staring at the ground.

"Look at me," Malik snapped. Reluctantly the boy looked up. "Why have you been wasting your time, and your training master's effort? Don't deny it, I have been watching for quite a while."

Darim managed to keep his obvious anger from his voice when he replied "It's no use."

Malik gave him an incredulous look.

Darim's eyes narrowed, and suddenly the boy was nearly shouting "It is no use! Whenever I do anything, all people see is my father! I can't be measured against the others, always against Altair! I'm better than all of them, but how can I be better than Altair?"

"You have a problem with arrogance, just like Altair," Malik picked up the wooden training sword that Darim had discardedm and gave the boy a sharp rap on the head. Not enough to hurt him, just enough to sting. "Look at the other novices. They are not sulking, they are working to improve themselves. You assume you have nothing more to learn from them, but any one of them could easily best you now, because they accept their Master's teachings, and the Creed."

Darim made a grab for his training sword, but Malik held it out of his reach. "People may compare you to your father, but they do not expect a child to match up to the Master of the Order. If they do, they are fools. But you cannot use that as an excuse. I know for a fact your father would never be coward enough to give up just because of someone's perceived unrealistic expectations. Stop making excuses for your hubris and laziness, and get working."

He handed the sword back. For a second Darim seemed to contemplate hitting him with it, but instead he merely said "Thank you, dai," and returned to the other novices.

Malik called after him "And I have no doubt, if you do apply yourself, you will best Altair some day. That man is still a novice, despite being the Master."

Darim laughed, and Malik returned to his place on the wall.

A few minutes later, he looked up to see Darim and another novice sparring. Sweat streaked the dust on both of their faces, and their features were tense in concentration.

He smiled.

(Holy unexpected inspiration Batman! I did not expect to sit down and write that. Hope this was something like what you wanted, OP)


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I was looking up quotes from Leonardo da Vinci for something else entirely my purposes... *swivels eyes* and came across this little beauty:

It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.

Since my smut stops at heavy petting, I'd like p0rn where Ezio goes out and happens to Leonardo. Or Leo goes out and happens to Ezio. Or both.
everbright: Eclipse of Saturn (Default)

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Oh! Oh! Yes! Let's have to some characters grasp the world and mold to their whims!

Some Hetero Smut

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Really, just, anything. There is a SERIOUS lack of this around here. As long as there are no OCs and very smutty i don't care.

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Anon is working on genderswap!Alt/Mal fic, if that interests you?

It will be smutty. It's for another prompt but I'll post here, too, or link you...


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We don't talk about him.

(Anonymous) 2012-02-09 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
Let's have some crack. Ezio finds out he has another uncle on his father's side. Curious as to why his father never said anything, he asks Mario about him only to get a grumbled response about sewers and a missing eye.

This uncles name? Luigi.

Make me laugh, Anon.

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what is this and why do I want it so much

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Dear god, what have I done? He's NICE.

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When he likes somebody, Shaun is a sarcastic bitch. Flirting, Shaun is a sarcastic bitch. Even during sex, the sarcastic bitchening slackens not a bit. But in the aftermath...

He cuddles. He compliments. He smiles. He readily admits to enjoying his partner's company. In other words, it's terrifying.

Naturally Desmond is freaked. ("Oh god. I broke him.") It isn't permanent, though. Maybe his demands to know where the pod people took the real Shaun get him irritated again, and there is bickering, which leads to more sex, and on into a vicious, hot circle.

And/or after figuring out that the difference between snarky and sweet is a deep dicking, Desmond takes it upon himself to keep Shaun in a continous state of well-fucked. For the team. Who are also freaked out that Shaun is quiet and helpful and not minding that Becca used his book about Napoleon to balance out a wobbly table.

I don't care who tops or bottoms, just that it's Shaun and Desmond and there is disturbing postcoital sappiness.

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Ha! I love it! Someone do this, please! XD

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Desmond is a pushy bottom. This is the only thing that has been going through my mind for some time.

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I always thought Des would be a pushy bottom. We just put him through so much crap on the meme that he usually is kinda broken and needs lotsa h/c, luv, and cuddles.

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Cesare Is A Werewolf

(Anonymous) 2012-02-10 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Just because. Let's say he was cursed by a sorceress who lived in one of the cities he invaded.
Bonus Points For:
1.Eating Rodrigo, because i hate that bastard
2.Turning Lucrezia and Leonardo into Werewolves


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Cesare had never felt need. He had never wanted for food or entertainment. Yet, there had always been a hunger that nestled in his chest, a force that drove him to conquer, to fight, a voice that would only be satisfied once everyone in the world bowed down to it. Victories only satiated it for days or hours- the accomplished goal would quickly be replaced by a larger one.

It was a sensation akin to lust, akin to hunger, and akin to pain. Something primal that lurked beneath his skin. The only time he was truly alive was when he was wielding power. The intricate games of the Papal court were stimulating, yet often grew tedious. Each step had to be made with the utmost caution, each risk calculated. Things moved far to slowly for his taste.

When he had gained control of the army, he had finally had an outlet for his ambition. He held control over a large amount of Italia, and its people would live- or die- at his command.

The hunger he felt now, the hunger that wasn't quite hunger, wasn't quite lust, wasn't quite pain, seemed only like a personification of his own ambitions. Perhaps that was all it was. A small doubt rose at the back of his mind, speculating that maybe delusions had driven him insane. Even in his world, where little gold orbs could control the minds of men and foretell the future, he had never seen the line between man and beast so blurred.

There was a lingering shame, as he sank his teeth into the throat of his third victim. A shame that this wasn't the sort of power he sought. It was petty, small-minded compared to the fate of Italia. A distraction from his true work.

But... as he felt his victim cease his stuggle, his life's blood drained onto the rough wood floor, Cesare realized this was exactly the power he desired.

The power over life and death. It mattered little, in his state, whether it was over one man or a thousand. He could use them like puppets, and destroy all their hopes, all their dreams with one bit. Watch them switch and writhe. End all their ambitions, end their very being.

The moon through the window glinted off fur black as ink- or was it hair?- and bloodstained teeth that were somewhere between human and beast.

Someone broke time and space?

(Anonymous) 2012-02-10 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
My brain . . . is a strange place sometimes. That being said, I present this challenge.

Malik/Desmond and Ezio/Shaun/Leonardo, same fic. AU is fine (almost a given, isn't it?), and you can pair anyone you like with Altaïr if you want him in there. Kinks . . . well, the trio are their own sort of kink, but body paint would work for them. Anything but sounding, scat, and vore/guro accepted.

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if you really want to break time AND space . . . Protocreed v. 2.0? Alex Mercer with Altaïr . . .

up to you, anons.


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